They won't do anything else or work with any of the other men." How about showing me the trucks they use. Do you have a mileage log? How about estimat...ed distances between stops." They won't match if you're going to check. They must go a long way for lunch or something. They always have a lot of extra miles at the end of the day." How come you let them get away with that?" Ah, did you see them? They are big men. They told me when I asked them that it was none of my business." Jorge," I asked,. I see Pete. He motions me to the truck. I race over and open the door and expect to see Amber in the back. But there is no Amber. I look back and see Pete walking up behind me. I still get into the truck. Pete puts me into Amber's position. He hogties me on the floor. My pantyhose are pulling so tightly on my toes as they are forced forward and secured. My hear it really racing now. Pete leaves the truck and I am lying there totally helpless. I am gagged with that locking gag. I am blindfolded.. Trish and Drea's love and adoration, built as it was on this foundation, was bottomless, scr****g way beyond the depths of the gutter. Furthermore, their mutual desire for some kind of forbidden framework to outline their relationship meant that over their years as lesbian lovers together, Trish and Drea had quite devotedly come to also regard each other as "sisters", to magnify their feelings for one another and their closeness. As siblings was the context in which they always fucked each. Martin, this is Bill. Bill, this is Martin.”The two examined each other and decided that they could get along. Jerry went into the house and brought out the toolbox. In minutes, the three of them were working to get the engine out of the Caddy. Jerry and Martin worked on the engine while Bill handed them tools, watching what they were doing. Working on a car was a totally new experience for him.The day was threatening to be a real scorcher. Before long, all three of them were sweating in the.